Better poet

I want to see inside of myself,
your pupils,
sorry to say,
are just not good enough,
for me, right now.
I have to get up,
look in the miiror hanging,
disturbed on your wall,
stare inside of me,
turn your lamp a little on,
because i can't see anything.
Not in your eyes,
The lamp on high,
nothing in mine. >>>>>>
All I want, to be a better poet.
I am quit contrite,
Sit where I might,
talk as loud as a can,
say what I want,
I just want to be a better poet.